Disclaimer: I do not own Metroid but all original characters are mine.
Rista purchased a few articles of clothing, but she had been browsing half-heartedly and left the store hardly remembering what she had bought. No word from Samus yet; she knew the communicator would beep if a message was trying to come through. That was Rista's signal to turn it on.
A light drizzle started to descend upon the pedestrians. Most ran inside, but Rista continued strolling out in the rain. If she remembered correctly, there was a small park down the road. She would sit there and sort through everything, despite the fact that she was bound to get wet as the water starting pounding down harder. Well, at least her clothes would get washed.
She sat on a bench under the slight protection of a tree, watching people rush by with newspapers and breifcases held over their heads. A few people clutched umbrellas. After a few moments, she stood up again, just to stretch her legs. She was bored stiff. She started walking again, down a few unknown streets, until it was obvivous that she was coming to the bad part of town.
Rista shrugged it off and continued on her way. In a way, she felt more comfortable here. This was the kind of place she had grown up for a good chunk of her childhood. Some people stared at her from the shadows and from barred windows as she waltzed by, strutting with the air of confidence she usually posessed.
A flicker of movement in an alleyway caught Rista's attention. She paid it no heed until a large, dark skinned man stepped out in front of her. Wild eyes, reddish dredlocks and a scarred face made her jump back as the man slurred,
"Money, girlie, gimme your purse!" She was hardly scared by this man; the typical drunk taking advantage of a defenseless woman, who appeared to accidentally come into the wrong side of town.
"Unfortinately for you, I have no purse," She shook him off cooly, before attempting to pass him and on her way. The man grabbed her arm and threw her into the alley, slamming her against the wall. He spat at her and ran off. Head pounding, Rista blinked her eyes a few times to disperse the tripling effect the impact had on her sight. Slowly, she got back on her feet, praying that she did not have a concusion. She looked around at her surroundings, seeing if the man had taken her shopping bag.
That was odd. It stood at the entry to the alley wall, a shirt spilling onto the grimey ground, yet it was virtually untouched or messed with. Her sight still dazed, Rista watched as three-no, one foot stepped on the bag and into the alley.
Bill Werster had just wheeled in front of Rista. A malicious grin stretched on his face. For a man that was gaining in age, he moved with surprising ease. Rista reached for her blaster, but she found that it was not there. She patted her pants, trying to find it, though she knew the search was fruitless.
"I hired quite a few pickpockets to aid me as I searched for you," Bill explained in a seemingly friendly voice. "And a few brutes looking for easy cash helped as well." He was referring to the man that attacked Rista, and she knew it. "I had a feeling you would wander back into this area. Makes you feel right at home, doesn't it, Miss Nevaria?" The last words were a vicious snarl, the charm escaping from the tone and being replaced with hatred.
"Don't call me that," Rista spat. "You called my mother that, and you are not going to refer to me as that as well." She braced herself to run; she could push this old fool down quite easily. She would kill him another time.
"Easy Rista," Bill cautioned, his confident tone returning. "My brutes are watching and know that if I get hurt, you're dragged back."
"Fine, then kill me already," Rista said, throwing out her arms to present an east target. "I'm all yours." Bill clicked his tongue.
"What's the rush?" He said. "No Rista, I am not going to kill you this time. I haven't had my fun yet; so, why throw away the toy."
"What do you mean?" Rista asked, slightly confused. She replaced her hands back at her waist. "Listen, I am in a hurry. I have someone to meet. So if you're not going to kill me, then let me go. I can't waste my time with you."
"I assure you, Colleen Eurynache is not in her home," Bill said. "Nor is she anywhere near here. I sent her away. Couldn't have her spoil the game, could I now? So you can stop worrying about listening into Samus and her's conversation." He held up the wires and the communicator they were attached to, the one Rista had in her pocket just minutes before. Or so she had thought. She realized had not checked to see if it was there since she had entered the store.
"Nice," She commented, leaning casually against the alley wall. Inside, though, her heart was going crazy. She was curious about Bill's "game", but she would not let on to it. She was also afraid about what Bill might do if he did not kill her.
"You look so much like your mother," Bill said. Now he sounded almost remorseful as he reminisced the past. "So beautiful." Rista gulped, the familiar words rushing back. "She was kind of plain, but elegant."
"You shut your mouth right this instant Bill!" Rista could almost hear her mother scream at him, just like that day so long ago.
"The brown hair, medium stature, fair skin, but her confidence stride and gleeful smile could make any man forget that," Bill said. "Even when you were four years old, you could imitate that smile. Too bad she is dead, eh Rista?" Rista's fists clenched. Her fingernails dug into her skin, and angry tears threatened her eyes. Bill would pay for that...
"You know what, you even have her nose, her ears, everything," Bill continued. She knew what was coming next. Her eyes shut and a hand flew up to clamp around them. Just like when she was a little girl, she hid it. Not because she was ashamed but because she was scared. "But there was one thing you did not share with your mother. One thing I always wanted to correct." He smirked at her, but she could not see it. "You know what it is..."
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Colleen was not at her apartment. The teenage girl, Samus assumed she was her niece, told her that Colleen had gone on a buisness trip off planet.
"Is there any way I can contact her?" Samus had inquired. The girl stood there thoughtfully.
"Um...no," She responded. "We can't really talk to her on these things. Top secret Federation stuff. But wait a sec, aren't you apart of the Federation? You would've known that."
"Oops, there must have been a mix up." The girl snorted.
"In the Federation? Aunt Colleen makes it seem as if it's perfect," She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Real believer in the system, I guess."
"Well, we are human after all," Samus said. "We can afford to make a few mistakes, as long as we forgive ourselves for preforming them." It was an old saying of her father's.
"I hate that saying," The girl mumbled. "Makes it seem like we have to be perfect, forgiving ourselves and whatever. Aunt Colleen says it alot." She was silent for a moment. "Well, hate to take up your time. Bye." She abruptly closed the door.
It had been almost two hours since them. Samus checked her communicator, seeing if Rista was trying to come through. Samus had tried her a few times, but it did not work. The communicators had a GPS attached, but it did not work unless both were turned on. As Samus checked for what seemed like the thousandth time, she was surprised to see a signal suddenly flash on, showing the location of the lost companion.
A small beep indicated that Rista wanted to come through, but instead of Rista's voice, a low growl muttered, "She's all yours." There was a sound like it being thrown on the ground and of retreating footsteps.
Using the GPS, Samus tracked Rista down. What she found was not what she expected. Rista seemed in perfect condition. She was only a little beat up, with a tear in her clothing in the upper thigh. She was sitting on the ground, back against the wall, with one hand covering her eyes. For a second, Samus thought she was crying, but as she approached, she realized that Rista was simply whispering something over and over.
"Tainted eyes. He wants me dead for my tainted eyes."
Authors Note: Now I assure you all that there will be an explanation later on about the last statement. I promise it will all tie in. Now since some people forget the family names, then I will compose a list of all the "family" of the characters.
Samus
Eric Aran
Colleen
Rick Eurynache
Amber Eurynache (neither of these are very important unless I write the sequal I have in mind)
Rista
Constance Nevaria
Teresa Nevaria
Ream Nevaria
"Darryl Stummins"
"Gordie" (The other adoptive family members are not important.)
There will only be one addition in the future. That's all I'll say. Nothing more. Not to who ever's list, not how important, not nothing. Review!
